In Response to Brenda's Wordle ~ My Words Need No translation ~
Not created in a lab nor a mistake neither a Frankenstein am I, my words need no translation, I speak my hearts true emotion, perhaps my notes appear chaotic but truly they are poetic Ah ’tis a pity if poetry makes you sick you detect the spirit lamp in seconds absent odor you pick, my conscience is clear and I need not fear you be at peace and rest the heart has its reasons, for friends may leave or unfriend from a page but in the hearts they stay pray and love, at every stage my words make me a poet my poems ’love incarnation’ I wish you were not so confused My words-so simple’ Need no translation’